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apollodarling-writes · 2 months

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ANDROID! ALEXA-THEMED! WORSHIPPER YANDERE! LEVI x SHUT IN! READER

cws : yandere themes, manipulation (??), obsessive behavior, code breaking, implied dissociation, confining, dubcon, multiple creampie, slight dacryphilia, dry humping, levi can vibrate, marking, levi cums A LOT, levi bites you, levi’s a little mean in the beginning bc he’s pissed.

a/n : i pasted this to the wrong thing and after i’d finished editing it to look good, id realized. i did NOT wanna re-paste and edit so this was a request that id gotten for PulseMotion Inc.

“[name], come out. i won’t hurt you.” your hand shakily reaches up to cover your mouth, effectively silencing your breathing as thudding footsteps turn down the hallway you’d foolishly decided to hide in. the lock on the closet door wouldn’t do much — levi could rip the door off its hinges if he so desired. you screw your eyes shut in fear as his footsteps slow, coming to a stop outside the closet door. you wait with bated breath as silence ensues, then muffle a sob beneath the palm you have clasped over your mouth as you watch the doorknob jiggle. oh, you were so fucked.

you wonder for a moment where everything went wrong. was it when levi had that software update? was there a wire firing incorrectly? or was he faulty from the beginning? maybe that’s why he was on clearance.

you find yourself remembering where this all began. you’d been perusing through the pages of PulseMotion’s website just to see what they had, only to find that you could buy a month’s worth of food at the base price they sold their android companions for. unsatisfied, you turned to their clearance section. it was there you found levi.

levi was inspired by the alexa echo dot from amazon, but he was far more advanced. he had a physical body, superhuman strength, and cold, dead eyes that followed your every move. the creators had given him the ability to access locks, security systems, cameras, and so on to ensure the safety of whoever purchased him — but it only served to royally fuck you over even more.

you’d impulsively purchased levi that evening. at the time, you didn't know that buying the android would ruin your life. you had just gotten paid and saw that he was on clearance, and thought that it was a good deal. you didn't think anything would go wrong.

everything was fine in the beginning. the two of you slowly became acquainted, the android did what he was supposed to, and that was that. levi, as he'd told you, was on clearance for a reason-- there was something seriously wrong with him.

levi was was initially very sweet, even if he could be intimidating at times. he always reminded you to eat and would charge your devices without you needing to say a word. he even locked your doors for you for christ's sake! you thought you'd lucked out.

you suppose things started going wrong when he powered off for his quarterly system update a few months ago. he was fine before that. after he'd restarted his system, his eyes briefly flashed red, the company insignia disappearing for but a moment. it happened so quickly that, for a second, you thought you had imagined it. you made sure to ask him if everything was okay, but he only brushed it off and returned to his daily cleaning. after that, he never left your side.

every time you tried to get out of your shell and make friends, levi coincidentally informed you of a new game or a new movie, or even suggested that the two of you do an activity together. sometimes, he would inform you of something that needed to be fixed, but when you tried to take him to the repair shop, he insisted that it was easy enough to do yourself. you believed him of course, he surely had only your best interests in mind, or so you thought. in hindsight, you realize that his actions were entirely selfish in nature. maybe he’d even fooled you into helping him with some coding he had trouble bypassing. at this point, you wouldn’t put it past him.

it had been like this for the last few months. you probably should have seen the red flags, but why would you? it wasn’t as if he wanted to harm you. his programming did seem a little odd of course, but every time you checked, there was nothing to suggest otherwise. it was only natural you had to acclimate to his odd behavior.

as time went on, and levi had become more crafty with his excuses, you’d gotten fed up. for the first time in awhile, you’d finally been comfortable enough to go out on a date, but as per usual, levi intercepted you in the living room. he spouted some nonsense about wanting to watch a new series he thought you would like, but before he’d even finished his sentence, you shut him down.

you remember the way the insignia flickered in his eyes, but at that point you were too frustrated with him to bother with what that minute entail. you only spun on your heels and stormed off, tugging on the front door and finding that it was locked. anxiety and unease washed over you, and with a creeping feeling of being watched as you slowly looked up at the camera. you remember levi’s voice ringing out from behind you, slowly stalking up to you with a frown that tugged too tightly around his artificial skin.

everything that happened after that was a blur. you don’t really remember how you ended up in the closet, but it took everything in you to stay quiet. your mind was reeling as the behavior displayed over the last few months suddenly made sense — you were horrified. how did you not put two and two together?

you’re snapped back into reality as levi sighs outside of the closet door. his voice sounded too sweet, too calm for the situation at hand. “[name], don’t make me break down this door.”

you silently pray to every being you can think of, begging them to let him move to a different room so you can plan your escape. alas, your prayers were unanswered as the door is ripped off the hinges in the blink of an eye. you would’ve found the sight comical — a short man such as himself holding up a door nearly twice his size — if it weren’t for the reality of your situation.

“great, now i’ll have to clean this up and fix it. you’re really a pain in my ass sometimes.” levi grumbles as he gazes down at you through narrowed eyes, drinking in the sight of the way you were shaking like a leaf. “get up.”

you can’t bring yourself to move, much less tell him to go fuck himself. you’re torn between anger and unadulterated fear — the latter putting you in fight or flight. unfortunately for you, your response was a secret third option: freeze. levi only huffs, leaning down and reaching for your wrist, grumbling something under his breath.

you’re finally able to move, shuffling away from him as much as the cramped space in the closet would allow, blindly pushing at his hands as tears blur your vision. levi only

clicks his tongue, his fingers deftly wrapping around your wrist as he hoists you up. he tugs you out of the closet and down the hallway, bitching to you about something you couldn’t be bothered to focus on. you tried to pry his fingers from around your wrist, scratching and beating and doing anything within your power to keep him from dragging you wherever it was he wanted you. it was futile.

as levi drags you to your room, gently pushing you onto your bed, you realize that there was nothing you could do; you couldn’t win against him. your mind works on overdrive, twisting and turning in an attempt to gauge his intent, and with the way his eyes had become hooded… you could confidently say that you wouldn’t like where this was headed.

“h—hey. no. i’ll stay— i’ll stay home, just please don’t—“ you’re interrupted by levi’s chilled fingers wrapping around your wrists as he leans down and slots his lips to yours. scrunching your nose in distaste as he feverishly engages in a one-sided makeout, you attempt to wriggle your way out of his grip. it’s safe to say that you failed, but at least you tried.

levi’s free hand travels down your chest, over your tummy, and finds purchase on the meat of your hip. he gently, experimentally rolls his hips into yours, searching for the place that would have you melting into his touch. with ease, the android’s cockhead brushes over your clit, shooting a wave of pleasure down your spine.

“levi…stop—“ a whine parts your lips as levi’s shaft begins vibrating, the sensation muddling your thoughts as you begin to wonder whether you wanted this or not. as you battle yourself internally, levi ruts against you faster, the both of you coming closer and closer to your climax.

the android’s lip brush against your throat, heatedly nipping and sucking in places for long enough that you were sure there would be marks tomorrow.

“‘m gonna cum— baby, cum with me. please, please, please cum with me!” levi begs, the speed at which his shaft was vibrating increasing. your back arches into the sensation as levi lets out a loud whine, your jaw agape as your orgasm crashes over you. you stumble over curses, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as levi’s cock never once stops vibrating.

“gonna overstimulate me— s’too much!” you protest, feeling levi’s cum wet your pants. just how much does this guy cum anyway?

levi stops rutting against you, all but ripping away the confines of your clothing as well as his own before aligning himself with your entrance. “need it. need it so bad— i’ve been waiting for so long…”

he slowly slides into you, your gummy walls eagerly sucking him in despite your own confusion, forcing a choked whimper from levi’s lips. he shallowly thrusts into you, the sensation of overwhelmingly delicious; you’d never felt so full, so good. levi’s shaft pulsed this time, vibrating for a few moments on and off, his tip reaching places you’d never be able to reach with your own two hands.

you melt into the feeling, your own pleasure drowning out every thought of protest as levi begins to pick up the pace. he removes his fingers from your wrists, the flesh red and angry, and presses down on your tummy where his cock would be. the vibration switches again, his hips snapping into yours now, and he lets out a loud groan as his orgasm washes over him. levi never once stops as he pumps you full of his cum, his fingers digging into your hips as he whimpers out mumbled gibberish.

with ease, levi switches your position, putting you on your knees and pushes back inside of you. he forces you to meet his thrusts, and the new angle has your fingers gripping the sheets, your jaw hanging open in silent pleasure. you can’t think about anything — only how good levi was able to make you feel.

“levi— ‘m cumming!” you cry out, your thighs shaking and cunt clenching around him. tears prick your eyes and spill down your cheeks, the feeling too much for you to handle.

“y’look so pretty when you cry.” levi chokes out, his eyes closing in bliss as his cock twitches inside of you. your cunt pulses around levi, sending shivers down his spine as his motherboard goes into overdrive in an attempt to cool him down. rutting into you at an inhuman pace, levi’s thrusting grows sloppy, reaching one hand around to press a finger to your clit, the artificial skin vibrating as well.

“cum f’me… j—just one more time! please— please, need it so bad..!” levi whines, expertly circling your clit in an attempt to have you cum with him. “y—you’ll tell me when y’close, okay? wanna cum with you.”

all you can do is nod, your mind melting at every sensation. levi presses your back against his sculpted chest, linking his arm under one of your thighs and hoists it up, thrusting more harshly as his tongue darts out to lap at the tears staining your cheeks.

“y’feel so fuckin’ good.” he whimpers, pressing chaste kisses to the flushed skin of your shoulders. “‘m gonna cum. baby, ‘m gonna cum—“

before you’re able to register it, your vision flashes white, a high-pitched whine parting your lips as ecstasy crashes over you.

“cumming! ‘m cumming!!” levi babbles, whimpers and whines of his own being muffled by your skin as he bites down on the curve of your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself. cum trickles down your thighs and stains the sheets as his thrusting comes to a stop, a quiet sniffle resounding from behind you.

the android gently lays you down, your eyes growing heavy as the bliss slowly leaves your system, and you can’t find it in you to care about the date you wanted to go on anymore. your lashes flutter shut as levi leaves the room and quietly returns with a damp cloth, tenderly cleaning you up as you drift off to sleep.

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14dyh · 4 months

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✩°｡⋆ capture | h.z.

y/n emitted a quick yelp as she was snatched into the night, the loose bag over her head replacing the sight of the gloomy wallist household she grew up in.

before she knew it, a set of firm yet gentle hands led her to a dimly lit place, and the clink of cell bars closing shortly followed. in one swift moment, the bag over her head was pulled away, her body now caged into hange's arms. she chuckled for a moment before cupping their face for a kiss to which they responded with a twofold passion.

"this was a bold plan, i must admit," y/n muttered, smoothing her hair out and propping herself properly into the bed. the military cell was more spacious than she imagined.

"but you'll help us with it, wouldn't you, sweetheart?" hange took her hands to theirs, smiling along with those charming and persuasive lips... their eyes are too breathtaking for y/n to even resist. this is what y/n will endanger her miserable, enclosed life for. being born into a family of wall worshippers never appealed to her, but it added an inexplicable thrill when she began dating the survey corps squad leader. she could only breathe a hushed, flustered "of course" as she drowned in her lover's eyes.

hange was crouching before her as they gently kissed her hands in gratitude.

a voice resounded from outside the cell door, and levi watched them with those notably unreadable eyes.

"tch, four-eyes," levi addressed hange. his mind has already pieced the whole point of this abduction. "i knew something was off when you insisted on changing the bedsheets and cleaning up the place. this cell wasn't for trysting with a wallist's brat, you know?"

"heh, hold your horses, levi," hange chuckled, meeting y/n's eyes that reflected the faint lamplight of the cell. "we're not there just yet."

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m-jelly · 1 year

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He llo senpai . Do u think that Levi would like restrict reader from wearing short or revealing cloths because he is jealous of other men staring her. In a lot of fan fictions I have seen the writers glorifying this toxic behaviour as ROMANTIC

I personally think that Levi sees his s/o as an independent woman as someone who is his equal not someone under his authority so she can wear anything she wants without his permission.

I think he would rather stare daggers at the person who makes the atmosphere uncomfortable for his s/o and rather than covering her up he would refrain her and confront the man. He would make his s/o confident rather than restricting her autonomy

Btw can I be your Star annon plz ?

Hello 🌟 anon!

I totally agree with you. Levi would never tell you what you should or shouldn't wear. The man would love you in anything and love you most in comfy clothes because it shows you feel comfortable around him, it makes him happy.

Restricting someone's clothes because of jealousy is incredibly toxic and shouldn't be romanticised. I don't think Levi would do anything like this. He wouldn't be too keen on a high maintenance person either.

Levi enjoys letting you do your own thing. He likes you being independent when you want. Plus, the man LOVES thigh highs. He wants to see your thighs be gripped. I also think he'd appreciate and adore your body. He's a body worshipper and love you for who you are and never judge your body. The only time he'll make a comment and put clothes on you is when he thinks it's too cold outside or he doesn't want you to get sunburn.

He would boost your confidence by telling you how beautiful you are. He'd enjoy little fashion shows too. The man is deeply in love with you and wants to spoil you.

If someone is eyeing you up, he will simply glare at them. He'll put his arm around you or hold your hand. If someone hits on you, he'll pull you close so it's clear you're with him.

Levi is a good man. He'd never be abusive or cruel to the person he loves. He looks after the people he loves because he fears loss and people leaving him. He'll do whatever he can to keep you.

#🌟.anon

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toruvi · 2 years

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Ley that extra bit to Levi buckling the strap on your shoe! 💕🥺 I’m so in love with it. There something so intimate and just sweet. Like he WANTS to do things for you. My love for service dom Levi is renewed. And the “pretty!” Jshdjsjsjsksk your killing me.

please my mind is a whole ass mess because of that picture... levi who takes every opportunity he can to be useful or help you in some way no matter how small. he'll tie your shoes without hesitation just so he can see the way you stare down at him and sometimes ruffle his hair.

it makes him feel good knowing that he's assisting you in some way. acts of service with a dash of cute little intimate touches is how he operates <33

#really he loves being on his knees for you <3 #he adores you so much he doesnt want you to do ANY work unless you want to ofc #will do whatever you ask him to he's down horrendously bad #body worshipper levi <33333 #i love him!!!!!!!!!!!!#asks

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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The Brothers Giving Hugs

I'm having bad cramp pain right now and really want a hug… So excuse me as I write myself some! 😊

Lucifer

Hugs like a protector.

Lucifer doesn't hug often, so when he does it's because he wants to be sure the MC can feel how much he cares for them.

Between his arms and his chest, he can easily envelope most people in even a basic embrace so he takes full advantage of that.

The rare hug from Lucifer is sort of like getting "hugged" by a full-grown lion… but with less maiming.

Throughout the process, they're fully aware that they're in the arms of a creature that could very easily snap them in two for any reason whatsoever, but chooses not to because of the bond they share.

It's a weirdly humbling feeling... One combined with a position of total safety because, really, who's going to mess with whoever tamed the great Lucifer, right?

Mammon

Hugs like they'll disappear.

No. Seriously. Mammon can be a very frustrating man to put up with and he knows it. He has more vices than he does Grimm and all of them have to do with his obsession with the stuff… but he loves MC. He really does.

There’s a part of him deep down that’s terrified that they may someday come to their senses and get sick of his shit like everyone else has… So he really tries to enjoy every moment with them that he can get.

When Mammon’s hugs are like a vice, it’s because he’s always scared that each one will be his last... He's a scumbag and a screw-up, but they've never cared.

He really, truly treasures them for it.

Levi

Hugs like it’s a blessing.

If Mammon is anxious that they’ll leave, Levi is still trying to believe they’re there. Forget leaving him eventually, why are they with him to start with??

Needless to say, hugs from Levi always have a certain level of gratitude because of this. He always seems surprised when they start and usually hangs on a bit too long even after they end.

True, he doesn’t really know where to put his hands nor how to stand and not be stiff - but it doesn’t take a genius to see how much he must love it given how hard he hugs back.

Who would ever want to love an outcast like him…? He still doesn't know, but when MC's in his arms he can pretend at least… right?

Satan

Hugs like a gentleman.

Everything about Satan has a certain class to it, doesn't it? He's had proper manners drilled into him for centuries, so naturally his hugs are just as refined.

Never too hard and never too long, the perfect amount of grip and warmth to leave both parties satisfied. Excellent hugs for comfort!...

… unless he's upset about something.

In the rare case where it's Satan looking for a little attention instead of MC, he just becomes extra needy - hanging around them for long stretches or trying to pull their arms around him if they don’t get the hint...

Is he purposely emulating his favorite furry friends or is this a subconscious thing? Who knows. But either way, the MC should feel honored to receive his more warm (and certainly more compromising) affections.

Asmo

Hugs like a worshipper.

I hope you don't mind roaming hands, but they caress out of love.

As much as Asmo loves skin-to-skin he'll always jump at the chance to get to know MC's body just that bit more, even fully clothed.

From the supple places that give to his touch to the bony ones he has to trace - the rolling curves or running valleys - every part is just another bit of MC to love!

He'll even try to learn what the MC's body feels like under all different kinds of fabrics and in every style imaginable, just to commit them to memory that much more.

It would be fair to say that he loves them desperately. A hug to him is more than a simple gesture, it's just another chance to worship at their altar...

Beel

Hugs like a natural.

Have you ever fallen face first into a comfy beanbag chair? Do you remember that sudden, almost light feeling as the beanbag puffs out then the wonderful enveloped feeling as you start to sink in? That's pretty much getting hugged by Beel.

Just replace the beanbag stuffing with washboard abs but somehow it's still no less satisfying, I promise.

Beel is built for hugs and he loves to give them to MC in particular. Their human body is a lot more fragile than his - he can tell - but that creates the same kind of feeling you get when holding a kitten.

When the person he's holding feels so light, warm, and delicate it feels so honoring to even touch them… Love and trust all in one package.

Belphie

Hugs like he's made of glue.

One could argue that Belphie's only truly content when his beloved human is in his arms. It is, however, not any expression of love or joy on his part. Oh no, it's not nearly that special...

It's just how things should be.

If he had his way, he'd make hugging the MC it's own universal law like gravity or motion. It shouldn't even be thought about, it's just a given. That's where he goes!

The MC has had to go hours of their daily life with Belphie's arms attached to their body in some form. Together. Where they belong. Period. He'll never let go.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me short

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ackerfics · 3 years

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hello it's me again, the levi hcs anon :]] every time levi wakes up from a nightmare, he'd touch the space next to him to check if you're still there and when you aren't, he'd go on full panic mode

aaaa hello, levi hcs anon !! thank you so much for giving me these asks bc i might make a full fic out of your little hcs in the near future 🥰 you are such a gem !!

now, we'll talk abt levi waking up from a nightmare and checking to see if you're still beside him when he wakes up from it:

there are so many things levi did to avoid nightmares, whether it be in canonverse or in the modern world. let's take the canonverse route bc i think this would apply more. every night, he would drink his chamomile tea, hoping that this one night, he will get a dreamless sleep.

when you two got together, he discovered that with you snuggling by his side, he would get more than four hours of sleep. upon deducing it was not because of the tea, he proposed that the two of you will share his quarters. however, sleeping beside you doesn't guarantee that his nightmares will go away. levi still wakes up in cold sweat to the images of isabel and farlan, as well as his lifeless mother.

it is practically wired in him to reach out for you whenever he wakes up from a nightmare.

when this happens, you always make sure to put gentle kisses on any part of his face, starting with his eyelids, roaming your presence until a soft kiss on the lips fully relaxes him. even if you didn't know how to sing or your voice lacks a singer's prowess, your hums will ultimately lure levi to sleep once again. the distance between you two surely disappears as levi buries his face on your neck, leaving behind tickling kisses to reassure himself that you're still in his arms. his grip on your waist tightens even more, his sighs of contentment making you smile, and letting it lull you to sleep once more.

but if the event that you're not there if he wakes up from a nightmare, he's really panicking.

here's a small scenario for you:

red blossomed in every corner of levi's vision, his chest heaving at the vivid images conjured by his mind when the moon is high in the sky. they were images that still slither in his consciousness, reminding him that so many things can happen in his life despite having eliminated all the titans loitering in paradis. with the threat of the rest of the world looming over the horizon, levi was afraid for you --- the only person left in his life that he was willing to sacrifice everything for. chest heaving, mind racing, and vision hazy, levi mindlessly reached out an arm to your side of the bed, only to find it empty and rustled.

you, the source of his comfort, gone.

the onyx-haired man sat up and instantly thought that you being alive might have been a dream after all. a cruel yet beautiful dream made up by his mind because he couldn't let you go. he ran his hand through his hair, willing himself to calm his breathing. he didn't notice you coming out of his quarter's bathroom (his button-up shirt covering your figure) and continued panicking on where you could've gone. there was a slight shuffle and suddenly a body straddled levi's lap. his breath hitched when he felt your hands carefully cupping his face, lifting his head to meet your beautiful eyes glittering from the slits of moonlight passing through the curtains. levi leaned his head to press his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling in a tune that soothed him.

"hey," you whispered, your lips brushing against his.

levi's heart clenched at his words, "you're gone."

your smile made his night better. you rose your head to give him a gentle kiss on his forehead while he nuzzled his face on the crook of your head, his kisses on your throat coming right after. "i'm right here. i'm not going anywhere, levi."

"i woke up and you're not beside me."

"i went to the bathroom."

levi went silent and enveloped himself in your warmth. the three little words melted in his tongue, cursing himself for not saying it to you once. you always reassured him that he shouldn't force himself but as your partner, he would eventually say those words to you no matter what. but tonight wasn't that time so he murmured on your skin a sentence that was synonymous in his mind, "i don't know what i'd do without you."

"you don't have to worry about that because i'm always here, levi. now and forever. just listen to my heartbeat, i know it will make you calmer."

and listened to your heartbeat he did. levi pressed loving kisses on your skin, marking you with subtle hues as a reminder that you're his and he's your worshipper. you returned the favor with kisses and brushes of your eyelashes on his cheeks, his hums indicating that the physical contact anchors him to the reality of you.

as if it was your last day on earth, levi held you tighter, hoping that the day where you're truly gone wouldn't come until he found himself drifting off, with you pulling him down on the bed. his nightmares quelled, replaced with dreams of a future full of sunlight and laughter and you, a small smile on his face the only proof of it.

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onyxoverride · 3 years

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Hopeless - Mikasa Ackerman x Reader

◙warnings: female reader. mutual pining. a sprinkle of sexuality struggles. fingering, eating pussy, face sitting. fluffy, wholesome. SMUT.

◙word count: 3.9k

◙summary: You like Mikasa but you’re struggling a bit to come to that realization, and now you struggle to confess. But confessing goes really well.

You didn't mean for it to go like this. You feel hopeless. It started with curious touches in the shower after grueling missions and massages after training, gentle caresses whenever she looked worried. You didn't even realize it started to be more until Jean started teasing you about liking her. You were confused but now you had to confront something about yourself that you never have before.

But if it's true… it makes sense. You never really showed much interest in the boys of the village and whenever one tried to flirt with you, you'd clap your hand on their back and compliment them, completely oblivious of their affections. And whenever girls would set flower crowns on your head it would make your heart flutter, and your best friend as a kid that let hands wander in the barn before dinner. You tucked it away deep within yourself. The memories and the mental struggles of trying to figure it out. Who has the time when you are trying to become a scout and kill titans and avoid being killed by said titans?

Did her sharing food with you and no one else mean something? Did her waiting to go to the showers with you mean anything? What about when you two trained with each other to the point of exhaustion, laying beside each other out of breath with the evening air trying its best to cool your heated skin. Yes, you worried for her yes, you cared but was it romantic?

You dig hard into your brain trying out different scenarios in your head trying to figure it out.

People go on dates, get food, and sometimes coffee, but you've done that with her before. Her favorite coffee is a lavender latte because she doesn't like the bitterness as much as you'd think, and lavender reminds her of Eren's mother, and she likes the apples from the stall closest to the alley by the inn because they're the juiciest and the vendor is the nicest old lady.

Well, people who date also hold hands, and you've done that before too, dragging her through the city on a momentary day off or after missions when things got particularly gorey even on missions riding in a carriage to your destination you'd grasp your hand around hers and squeeze to let her know that you are there and you are there for her.

She cared for you too. You know it, now, comparing what she did with everyone else to how she treats you. How she teased Sasha but gave you her leftover bread, how whenever Jean and Eren brawl she puts some sort of barrier between you and them just in case, even though she knows you know how to handle yourself. The little glances of confirmation that you are eating, you’re still there. When she helped you in the shower after hurting your leg on that one mission. The tension in the air was thick but it wasn’t exclusively sexual, intimate and intense as she helped you wash off the day’s grime and massage the soap around your shoulders and thighs. Circling soap around your thighs and hips and when she would help you stand she would ignore your shy demeanor for the sake of your comfort. Maybe that’s when you should have confronted this part of you but you’ve refused and pushed it away all this time why not some more? You’ve knocked it down every time it peaks its glaring head.

And then the dreams came.

What you've seen in the shower pieces itself together in unholy ways while you sleep. You still can feel her hands on your body from when she helped you. The interesting positions you would end up in while training with her fueled the dreams as well. The muscles she dutifully keeps up with straining for you, her calloused hands on your body, her grey eyes peeking at you from between your legs. Other Nights you would be on top of her, making her bite at her lips trying to keep her moans at bay. Almost every morning you can't look at her when you wake up because it's still so vivid. She'd paint mosaics in your skin with her tongue and you feel like you finally understand what those worshippers of the walls feel because you would do anything for her, worship her, keep all her secrets and demand her safety. You've had dreams like this before, one with Annie when you were training that terrified you more than Annie herself. Or those times when you stayed in an inn above a bar and the owner's daughter with brunette hair would flirt with you every chance she got.

But dreams of this intensity, this frequency? Never. It's disturbing your daily life and you are hopeless. Hopelessly head over heels with a woman you can only read into so much. She is not an open book but you've seen a few pages and it's enough to have you hooked on the series. This time you can't push it down, or away into the deepest wrinkles of your brain. Your attraction for her is branded into your temporal lobe burning through your skull and it's this close to being shown on your forehead. Now the food she shares, the concern she shows, you fear you're reading too deep into her actions. After she asks Eren if he's okay then it's you and no one else. Every time you speak with her it feels like the sun has hit your skin even when it's nighttime. Everybody else sees it, everybody else knows vaguely what is going on, except Eren and Mikasa it seems. Eren because he's too thick in the head to even understand what's going on between you and Mikasa and Mikasa because… well you don't know. Maybe she's gained Erens obliviousness over the years or maybe she just doesn't get whatever the fuck romance is or consists of or maybe she does get it but doesn't let on that she does. Jean had to get over his crush on Mikasa because at least he can see how she cared for you, which you feel bad for because he probably has a higher chance than you. There are nights where the trouble realizations you've pushed away come back to crush you during the deep hours of the night when you're supposed to be asleep. You are glad you can cry quietly those nights but sometimes you can't and that's when Sasha spares you words to curl at your side as you sob into her shoulder. You don't speak of it the next morning, neither of you do, and you blame the irritation of the white of your eyes on bad sleep and sometimes allergies if you're lucky.

When it comes for the time of one of the riskiest missions, worry stringing through the air and through everyone's veins, seeping into dreams of the following nights, your struggling sexuality starts to simmer down with the rise of realization that your friends and Mikasa have chances of not coming back alive. But you're realistic, you aren't as powerful as Mikasa and she's almost at the skill level of Levi. You might die never telling her, or confronting yourself, and you think that might be your only regret if you drop dead right in this moment. A night before the mission and Jean nudges you with a solemn expression. You already know what he's alluding to, so you just nod at him. You don't want to talk about it or speak it aloud in general. He just thinks you are hopeless at this point. If you talk about it aloud it feels like you would just jinx yourself and you convince yourself that's partially the reason why you haven't said anything yet.

You see her with her short cut hair, looking so firm but so worried. Probably for Eren, and everybody, and the possible results of said mission. The overbearing threat of death doesn't make for bright moods.

So you don't do it. You don't confess. You abandon your mental script for now of what you were going to say. You needed a spark to get the fire going. To gain the courage to pour your heart out and how can you get this spark in such damp air?

Jean and Sasha give you a pitiful look before they get on their horses because they just know. Again, you're hopeless. The air around you and Mikasa is painfully consistent, the same as before and you look like you haven't slept in years. Levi has already scolded you for looking like shit, you don't need them on your ass as well so they don't say anything.

You are glad the mission is coming to an exhausting end. Your closest friends aren't hurt besides sore muscles and scratches and most importantly, Mikasa is in good shape. It's amazing what near-death experiences can do, and finally, the spark you were waiting for has been found, you've found the flint and steel to create it. Now, to actually figure out where to start that fire.

Turns out your chance is the day after you get back from the previous mission. A celebration dying down in the dining hall, your friends stumbling around like happy drunks as they should. You aren't drunk but the drinks you have had throughout the night make your chest heat up and your only thought is "now or never." Mikasa, sitting outside, alone and strikingly sober, looks like a stone statue carved by the gods with her sleeves rolled of her button-up rolled to her elbows. It's chilly outside but comfortable on your warm skin and part of you fears to disturb her, as if you're disturbing an artist's focus on their painting or a baker with their bread and you would ruin the process.

But the continuous chant of "now or never" continues like a hymn and you can't ignore it, or push it down. Sitting next to her isn't the nerve-wracking part, it's when you look into her eyes and now most of your pre-made script is thrown out the window and your heart is stuck in your throat. There are already tears swimming at your eye line but you've waited long enough to do this, you've sat in your own puddle of woes long enough.

She regards you with a hum and a twitch of her thin eyebrow because she can see the glossiness in your eyes. You're a soldier goddamnit but this seems scarier than fighting titans or other humans.

"I need-" You choke for a moment but continue, "I need to tell you something and I need you to listen." At least the beginning of your mental script has come in handy but the middle becomes muddled in your emotion-filled brain. She's nodding and scooting closer which encourages you to at least keep speaking, "if this doesn't apply pretend I never said anything okay?" It is rhetorical and much more of a demand than a question but she nods with a simple "okay," as you continue.

"Do you have room in your heart to love me?" Why did you have to phrase it like that? There were so many more options you could have chosen from but you said this one. It makes her sound so cold-hearted, but at least you won't make her choose, if she has room in her heart to love you, you just hope you can fill it. She looks at you with your quivering lip, hands clenching the table harshly to keep you grounded.

Mikasa is deliberating in her head. She knew to an extent how far her affections stretch for you, further than where Eren stands for sure. She didn't need to debate her own attractions as you have, it became very simple. She likes who she likes, it doesn't matter what they look like, as long as she deems them good and starts to think of them romantically. Ever since seeing you in training, and fighting along your side against titans, seeing you care for your peers so sweetly, she's held a special place in her heart for you. She's heard you cry at night and it pulled at her heart, tempted her to slide into your bed and hold you, but Sasha did that instead. Mikasa has felt a bit hopeless this whole time but now- She's been biting at her lip this whole time and the light taste of iron pulls her back to reality because she needs to answer before your tears fall. Something quick, simple, and to the point-

"I do love you," her own lip shakes a bit. Admittedly, she's surprised that so much emotion is pulled between the two of you. She would daydream about you two laying in the grass, casually confessing and falling into each other so easily like you always have, during fighting or strategy planning. She rests her hand to the side of your face, thumb wiping the stray tears as you let out a relieved sob. Pulling you to her, resting her hand on the back of your head, and shoving your face into her neck, you accept willingly. Mikasa doesn't know how to comfort, but she hopes you can feel her trying. It looks like you've been struggling because this obviously isn't just the remnants of alcohol in your system and she wishes she could have helped you earlier. Wishes she did crawl into your bunk when you cried. She can't help but shed some tears, out of sympathy, out of a relief that maybe now you don't need to hurt anymore, and now she can actually participate in your affections for her instead of pining like she usually does.

Your tears sting your lips but it's nothing compared to the emotional euphoria you are feeling. A feeling you only could describe as FINALLY. She pulls you to her face, pressing her lips into yours and you never imagined your first kiss with Mikasa would be a teary one. She tastes like iron from her bitten lips and you are sure the tears sticking to your own sting. Your teeth clank together a few times, letting out a few breathless chuckles. Both of you barely have experience in this field, but you fall into the paces of caressing each other easily. Maybe you two shouldn't be touching each other like this, right now after you've confessed. You're still outside, anybody could see but she's dragging you to her room which seems only a few paces away. There really isn't time to think, you're still riding this emotional euphoric wave and so is she. Maybe if she took a moment to think and not just take you to her bed right away then she would stop but Mikasa doesn't actually want to think logically right now. She has pined silently long enough, maybe she deserves to give into this. These temptations with the little voice nagging at the back of her mind that "wouldn't she look so good bent over the table right now? What about you pulling her to sit between your thighs to-"

You two bump into a tipsy Sasha on the way but the look in Mikasa's eye makes her shut her mouth and get out of the way quickly. You can hear her scurry off and yell-whisper something to someone but that doesn't quite matter right now because the woman you've been craving since the start is pulling you to her bottom bunk bed to sit on top of her. That script you've forgotten definitely did not include this, but you aren't complaining.

She's grasping at your hips, groping at whatever she can to keep you close and you're doing your own damage. Digging your fingertips into her muscles and chest, rolling your hips into her thigh that rubs just the right spot along the seam of your pants. You aren't exactly being soft but based on her little moans and grunts in between your kisses you think that she probably likes your roughness. Though you do like her in a white button-up she looks better without it, granted she feels exposed but making it even is easy when you're so willing to be stripped by her. You can't help but wish you could touch her chest a little longer because her cheeks only darken more and more every time you tweak her nipples and suck dark maroon marks into her chest, her reactions are priceless. She's pulled you to her, chest to chest to suck at your neck, biting against your skin leaving a kiss after each nip that makes your skin hot. Eventually, she pushes you back to fall into the bed and yanks your pants off as quick as she could manage leaving your thighs to frame her shoulders, knees almost to your chest. It's highly humiliating, she's staring at you from between your legs, and the eye contact from earlier when you were confessing that you thought was nerve-wracking compares nothing to the look she's giving you now, glancing between your eyes and your cunt.

She's devouring you, liking stripes along your folds as you roll your hips into her mouth. The echoing of footsteps along wood makes you freeze and bite the back of your hand to your mouth to stay quiet but Mikasa doesn't stop. Her actions make your thighs clench around her head and she's gripping your thighs while she eats you out mercilessly. You're glad the footsteps leave, or at least you hope they have but your attention is solely on Mikasa and her fingers are working their way into you, twisting at all the right spots. You're both clumsy and inexperienced but everything just feels good, simply wonderful, both of you completely content with each other in this moment as you try to grip at her smooth hair. A climax slowly approaching like a steady march along your belly with her tongue flicking along your clit-

Regrettably, she pulls back, your slick covering her lips and chin, even her nose. She leans over you, brings your lips together once more and she tastes like you, so embarrassingly slick and almost flavorless but so undeniably you. Her fingers are still working inside you and her palm is rubbing against your clit messily, not as precise and erotic as her tongue but it still makes you clench around her nonetheless. It leaves you gasping, "Where-" another slick kiss, "where did you learn this-" one more. She pulls back to sit on her calves and sends you an almost smile, "I'm a woman too," as if that could satisfy the question but she continues, "touching myself to the thought of you gives me at least a bit of experience." Oh. Oh. She said that so bluntly and you bet she did it on purpose just to fluster you and it's succeeding.

But seriously, her fingers are making your eyes roll back in your head and she's hitting the most sensitive patches in your cunt that make your mind go fuzzy so you can't focus at all. She eats your moans and sweet little half pleas she's cut off with kisses and by the time your climax finally reaches you, you accidentally bite her lip as your walls clench around her fingers sporadically. Her lips were already raw with her nervous tick but with you biting, it feels different and entirely refreshing. There are tears clinging to your eyelashes left from your orgasm and she sits back to watch your chest heave and suck your cum off her fingers loudly.

Mikasa really is a devil, but who are you to not give in to her, to try to make her feel good as well? There's still adrenaline from your climax running through your veins so you'll use what's left to get her off, it's the least you could do. Part of it is entirely self-indulgent though, to watch her fall apart from your hands.

"Sit on my face," it shocks her a bit but she won't deny that this is something she wants to indulge herself in, so she sets her thighs on each side of your head with her hand braced against the bottom of the bunk above her. She has to tilt her head a bit awkwardly but she's a bit more focused on how you're spreading her wet cunt out and lapping at her clit to care. It's horribly loud because her cunts been drenched since she started kissing you. Her hands grasping at your sides to keep steady, muscles flexing and thighs shivering it all feels like too much. She curled her fingers like this, and maybe it's a universal trick because she tightens and gasps. Not loud, Mikasa never is but the soft mewls she lets out are worth the work, grinding down into your mouth. Flattening your tongue against her and your wrist is twisted in a weird way to keep thrusting into her, continuously curling, and she's so close to falling apart above you. Her hand grips the board of the bunk above her so hard it cracks and she falls apart on your tongue with a gasping groan and one last roll of her hips.

The realization that you're her arms, that she loves you back hovers over you again and it makes the night so much sweeter. But you both really need a shower and your eyes are already drooping, begging for some sleep.

When the rest of the girls finally make their way back to their beds they have to do a triple take of Mikasa's bed because both of you are intertwined with each other under the sheets, dead asleep with her hair still slightly damp from the shower. As much as Sasha wants to coo at you two she can't help but remember the scary look in Mikasa's eyes when they crashed earlier, so she lets the feeling of happiness for her friends wash over her silently. By the next morning, both of you are late for breakfast, and Jean is starting at the two of you as you both eat.

"So… you two finally find out you were in love with each other this whole time?" Mikasa flushes up to her ears and you freeze up like a deer in headlights. Silence.. until Sasha leans over and whispers all too loud, "They fucked. You could smell it in the room," and a spoon makes contact with her forehead almost making her blackout. Jean goes completely red and Eren stutters out incomprehensible sentences mostly involving "what's going on? What they're dating? You liked her? Mikasa why didn't you tell me-" No one feels like updating him so they just let him ramble. Connie is a bit red too, "so yall are actually dating?" It makes your heart beat faster than you expected. You love your friends you know they wouldn’t be ignorant or mean but still, the worry pulls in the back of your head.

Well, you two really didn't talk about dating after you confessed, and- well that part of the dynamic didn't really cross your mind until now. Mikasa grips your thigh under the table, "She's my girlfriend," she says so loud and clear you could hear it across the dining hall, laced with a bit of possessiveness. Just barely you can hear Levi scoff out a "They're hopeless."

You guess you are, but at least you are hopeless with her. And after all this time, your struggles are put to rest deep in the back of your mind to stay for good.

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 <3

//: 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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leviismybby · 2 years

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Levi Ackermann x Reader Smut Masterlist

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ONE SHOTS:

Maybe, Probably

Concept: After captain Levi caught you shamelessly making out with one of the cadets, you are put under his supervision. However, instead of severe punishment, your superior has a different idea in his mind.

There's A Crowd

Concept: A girl with big dreams, big goals and her professor, who is letting her reach those goals with all the wrong lessons.

What happened in Marley

Concept: A passionate night between you and Levi in Marley leads to Levi pushing you away, until one night where he can't control his feelings anymore.

Finders keepers

Concept: Levi steals a very important file from your desk during a meeting, furious you confront him about it which leads to interesting events.

Flashbacks

Flashbacks.pt2

Flashbacks.pt3

Concept: You and Levi spend a steamy night in his office together, the aftermath of that night doesn't leave either of your minds the next day.

Beautiful

Concept: Your husband hasn't touched you while you're pregnant and you start getting insecure, Levi shows you just how beautiful you really are.

Wishful thinking

Concept: Captian Levi starts having dirty thoughts about you and there is nothing that he can do about it.

Cruel fantasies

Concept: It was completely wrong of you to date someone else while still in love with your ex but it was even more wrong to use him as a memory of your former lover...

Stress relief

Concept: Levi notices that you are stressed due to all the paperwork, he helps you the best way he knows.

Seven days of the week

AOT veterans and random things/kinks they do during sex (Levi, Erwin and Miche)

Concept: What a week with your husband Levi looks like

Different seasons Levi and sex

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THIRSTS (°):

How I think Levi would be if it was your first time with him °

Levi can't keep his hands off of you when you're pregnant°

Levi being clingy during sex °

Virgin!Levi first time with you °

Fiance!Levi after you tease him about a maid outfit°

How Levi eats it °

Thigh riding °

Fiance!Levi helping you put your odm gear on°

Denying Levi sex for a month or two°

Husband!Levi with a breeding kink°

The difference between fucking and making love with Levi°

Sex with postwar!Levi°

Levi breaking your bed°

Shower Sex with Levi°

Accidentally giving your fiance!Levi a boner°

Levi loves your hips°

Makeup sex with Levi°

Training with fiance!Levi°

Postwar!Levi who wants to cover your body in his cum°

Sex with Levi but he is deeply in love with you°

Bestfriend!Levi who finally kisses you on the lips during sex°

Roommate!Levi catches you moaning his name°

Levi is the type of guy to spit on your pussy before eating you out°

Husband!Levi can't get enough of you after you're married°

Levi pressing kisses down your back during doggy°

Fiance!Levi seeing you in your new uniform for the first time°

Dirty talk with Levi°

Possessive and angry sex with your fiance!Levi°

Fiance!Levi did need the tie....°

Levi has a thing for you when you wear his clothes°

Levi and his high sex drive°

Captain Levi is cocky during punishments°

Husband!Levi with baby fever°

Sex on the of the walls with Levi°

Don't beg too much, Levi doesn't like it°

Levi is a clean freak or is he?°

Postwar!Levi who takes a liking to you despite the age difference°

Season 4 Levi treats you like a princess during sex°

Fiance!Levi who gets protective the first time you wear a bikini°

Underground Levi who is in his early 20s and still unexperienced°

Levi is a body worshipper°

Make out sessions with Levi°

Levi gets 100x hotter after giving you your first child°

When Levi gets to fuck you, he gets obsessed°

Fiance!Levi has a thing for taking you in front of the mirror°

Bestfriend!Levi who notices that your bf never satisfies you so he does instead°

Postwar!Levi eating you out°

Being the hairstylist for actor!Levi°

Season 4!Levi punishes you by cockwarming°

Levi taking his sexual frustration out on you°

How dilf!Levi fucks you°

REQUESTS(•):

Levi eating you out on his desk •

Levi's cravat •

Quickie •

Levi spitting in your mouth after eating you out •

Levi putting a pillow under your hips to go deeper •

Riding Levi •

Telling Levi "I want you to ruin me."•

Levi praising you during sex•

Levi's first time coming in you•

Levi's favorite sex position•

Belly bulge pressing with Levi•

Levi getting impatient while you ride him•

Soft morning sex with husband!Levi•

Levi helps you fall asleep by eating you out•

Teaching you how to cum on command just by his voice•

SHORT DRABBELS (×):

Levi wanting to get you pregnant again ×

Sub!Levi ×

Levi is a clean freak until... ×

Levi and love bites (ft. @youre-ackermine) ×°

Levi loves giving pleasure (ft. @youre-ackermine) ×°

Mean!Levi ×

Virgin postwar!Levi×

Levi and the body parts he likes the most during sex×

"What are these straps for?"×

Single!dad Levi×

Levi with a Marley!reader×

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#aot levi #levi #levi ackerman #captain levi #attack on titan #levi x reader #levi smut #levi x you #levi attack on titan #snk levi #levi x y/n #aot x y/n #aot smut #levi x fem!reader #levi x reader smut

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apollodarling-writes · 6 months

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post war worshipper Levi hcs?? Has he chilled out? Has he given up? I mean it’s not like he’s really in a place to do shit to us anyway. Reader who rejected him in the first place and held fast in that belief. This is part one of…. Three

post war! worshipper! yan! levi hcs

cws : aot spoilers, yandere themes, depressed! levi, traumatized! levi, suicidal thoughts, murder-suicide, levi carves his name and yours into a bullet each, possessive! levi, levi kisses your corpse, levi holds your dead hand, this got super dark really really quickly omg

— post war! levi wouldn’t have the ability to chase after you anymore, nor would he have the ability to keep you in his grasp. this sole fact absolutely crushes him. he’s been confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, handing out candy to the kids that survived, and he can’t help but wonder if it would’ve been better to stay out of the war.

— post war! levi sits and contemplates what he could do to keep you in his grasp, coming up with absolutely nothing. he can’t fight anymore. he can’t confine you to his home. he can’t do anything to shackle you to him anymore.

— post war! levi is 100% traumatized by the war and seeing his fallen comrades. this only makes his need to keep you by his side fester. he can’t protect you as he is now, so if something were to happen to you…

— post war! levi seeks you out and tries to convince you to give him a chance. when you adamantly refuse, despite witnessing firsthand what good he’s done for the sake of humanity, he can’t help but feel like he’s earned you. why won’t you just give in? surely, he can’t be that repulsive.

— post war! levi would grit his teeth and return home. for days, he does nothing but sit and think about his situation.

— post war! levi allows himself to grieve what could’ve been, as well as his comrades, falling further and further into this delusion that he’s the only one who can protect you. the only one who should protect you.

— post war! levi wallows in his misery, hating himself and overthinking things to the point of contemplating suicide. if he fills his brain with lead, then maybe it can be over and…

— post war! levi suddenly has a revelation. what if… he killed the two of you and sought you out in your next life?

— post war! levi would dig out two bullets; one for you, one for him. for days on end he carves his name into one, and yours in the other.

— post war! levi wants the last thing to be going through your head him and vice versa. he’s the only one you’ve ever needed anyway. not like you need any other filthy brat consuming your thoughts.

— once the bullets have your names in them, post war! levi seeks you out on last time, hiding the gun beneath the coat in his lap. he feigns remorse, apologizing for all the trouble he’s given you and wishing you the best. once you turn your back, he puts a bullet in your head.

— post war! levi cries as he watches your body fall to the ground, wheeling over to you and collapsing beside you. his fingers trace the flesh of your cheeks, admiring you one last time before he molds his lips to yours and links your fingers.

— just before anyone can find the two of you, post war! levi gazes at you softly, wondering where it all went wrong and why it came to this. why couldn’t the two of you have your happy ending?

— as his remaining comrades make eye contact with post war! levi, he would raise the gun to his head and pull the trigger, squeezing your hand just a little bit tighter.

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obeymefictionwriting · 3 years

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Hiii I'd like to request something if that's okay :) how would the demon bros and if it's not to much the other characters react to an mc who turns out to be some sort of pagan God?

Thank you so much if you write this and I hope you have a wonderful day 💙

Hi and sorry it took me so long to reply, I'm kinda buried underneath the messages lol

Lucifer

Is fascinated because power fascinates him

"I always felt you have this in you"

Will try to guess what sort of deity you are and will most probably be correct

Your power does not change anything though: to him, you'd always be his precious baby

"So how many poor souls have you destroyed with your beauty?"

Will be secretly immensely pleased to be your boyfriend because he is the Avatar of Pride, duh

Will also bring in the room some candles and scents: "I thought you'd like them".

Mammon

W-w-waaaaaaat?

YOU WHAT?!

Is honestly scared

Like, you can destroy him, right?!

"Oh snap I hope I didn't piss ya off much!"

Is amazed by your power and wisdom. You are like Lucifer but MORE BADASS

"Hey, can ya talk to dis witches and like burn them to ashes or something?"

Is flattered you chose him because well... he is the Great Mammon!

Leviathan

Is stunned: he thought you are a total normie!

But not scared or surprised because Levi himself is pretty darn powerful.

He is kinda excited to learn more because to him, it's like living his best anime fantasy.

Oh, you beat Ruri-chan here, 100%

Will probably ask like 100000 questions and is really interested on learning everything about you.

At some point, will get too embarrassed to keep asking because he honestly thinks he's been bothering you.

Satan

Same as Lucifer, he is fascinated by power and respects anyone who not only holds it but knows how to use it.

"A Pagan God, huh? Why don't you tell me more?"

He knows the price for power himself so his sympathy and respect for you be growing like crazy.

Despite you being a badass God, will still call you "kitten" because well, you are too cute!

Will also not hesitate to punish you if needed (he he he) because for some reason, it's a turn-on for him.

Will bombard you with questions because 1) he loves you and 2) he loves learning new things. Also, he is interested in learning how humans worship a deity.

Asmodeus

INTRIGUED

Like, are you a real God? Like, for real?

OMG THAT WOULD MAKE AN AWESOME DEVILGRAM STORY

It turns him on too, by the way

"Now I want you even more!"

Will explore every inch of your body "just to see what might be different, hon"

Would love to hear stories about your worshippers.

Actually, he really understands you because there are always crowds of people wanting him, too.

Beelzebub

"Hm. That's interesting"

Is really curious to learn everything about you because he cares.

"Do you like any special treats?" Chances are, he'll cook you these treats when you don't expect it.

"Gods need hugs too"

/nearly smashes you in his arms

Is very respectful yet loving

"You are so amazing, I am not surprised so many people worship you"

Belphegor

Is intrigued but won't show it.

May think of ways how your power can combine with his.

"Do Pagan gods love napping?"

"I bet you can kick Lucifer's ass"

Will stay sarcastic and playful because well, it's Belphie

"Hmmmm.. so do you need an altar or something?"

#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #lucifer obey me #the great mammon #mammon obey me #mammon x mc #om! leviathan #obey me leviathan #satan obey me #asmodeus headcanons #obey me asmodeus #beelzebub obey me #beelzebub imagines #belphegor obey me

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orthodoxydaily · 4 years

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Saints&Reading: Sun., Nov. 29, 2020

Commemorated on November 16_ Julian calendar

The Holy Apostle and Evangelist Matthew (+60)

The Holy Apostle and Evangelist Matthew, was also named Levi (Mk. 2: 14; Lk. 5: 27); he was an Apostle from among the Twelve (Mk. 3: 18; Lk. 6: 45; Acts 1: 13), and was brother of the Apostle James Alphaeus (Mk. 2: 14). He was a publican, i.e. a tax-collector for Rome, in a time when the Jews had come under the rule of the Roman empire. He lived in the Galileian city of Capernaum [Capharnum]. Matthew, in hearing the voice of Jesus Christ: "Come, follow Me" (Mt. 9: 9), left off from his duties and followed the Saviour. Christ and His disciples did not refuse the invitation of Matthew and they visited at his house, where they shared table with the friends and acquaintances of the publican – who like the host were publicans and known sinners. This event extremely bothered the pharisees and scribes. Publicans, in collecting taxes from their countrymen, did this with great profit for themselves. Usually greedy and cruel people, the Jews considered them pernicious and betrayers of their country and religion. The word "publican" connoted for the Jews the sense of "public-sinner" and "idol-worshipper". To even speak with a tax-collector was considered a sin, and to associate with one – was defilement. But the Jewish teachers were not able to comprehend, that the Lord was "come to call not the righteous, but sinners to repentance" (Mt. 9: 13).

Matthew, acknowledging his sinfulness, recompensed fourfold anyone he had overcharged, and he distributed his remaining possessions to the poor, and together with the other apostles he followed after Christ. Saint Matthew was attentive to the instructions of the Divine Teacher, he beheld His innumerable miracles, he went together with the 12 apostles preaching to "the lost sheep of the house of Israel" (Mt. 10: 6), he was a witness to the suffering, death, and Resurrection of the Saviour, and of His glorious Ascension into Heaven. Having received the gifts of the grace of the Holy Spirit, which descended upon the apostles on the day of Pentecost, the Apostle Matthew for the first 8 years preached in Palestine. And before his departure to preach the Gospel in faraway lands, at the request of the Jews remaining at Jerusalem, the holy Apostle Matthew in his Gospel gave account of the earthly life of the Saviour of the world – of the God-man Jesus Christ and His teaching. In the order of the books of the New Testament, the Gospel of Matthew comes first. Palestine is said to be the place of writing of the Gospel. The Gospel was written by Saint Matthew in the year 42 ([AD – "Anno Domini" or "Year of the Lord",] i.e. after the Birth of Christ), in his native Jewish language, and then translated into Greek. The Hebrew text has not survived for us, but many of the linguistic and cultural-historical peculiarities of the Greek translation remind of it. The Apostle Matthew preached among people having quite certain religious expectations about the Messiah. His Gospel manifests itself as a vivid proof that Jesus Christ – is the real Messiah, foretold of by the prophets, and that another there would not be (Mt. 11: 3). The preachings and deeds of the Saviour are presented by the evangelist in three divisions, constituting three aspects of the service of the Messiah: as Prophet and Law-Giver (Ch. 5-7), Lord over the world both visible and invisible (Ch. 8-25), and finally as High-Priest offered as Sacrifice for the sins of all mankind (Ch. 26-27). The theological content of the Gospel, besides the Christological themes, includes also the teaching about the Kingdom of God and about the Church, which the Lord sets forth in parables about the inner preparation for entering into the Kingdom (Ch. 5-7), about the worthiness of servers of the Church in the world (Ch. 10-11), about the signs of the Kingdom and its growth in the souls of mankind (Ch. 13), about the humility and simplicity of the inheritors of the Kingdom (Mt. 18: 1-35; 19: 13-30; 20: 1-16; 25-27; 23: 1-28), and about the eschatological revelations of the Kingdom in the Second Coming of Christ within the daily spiritual life of the Church (Ch. 24-25). The Kingdom of Heaven and the Church are closely inter-connected in the spiritual experience of Christianity: the Church is the historical embodiment of the Kingdom of Heaven in the world, and the Kingdom of Heaven is the Church of Christ in its eschatological perfection (Mt. 16: 18-19; 28: 18-20). The holy Apostle made the rounds with the "good-news" [euangelia in Greek or evangelium in Latin – the meaning of the word "gospel"] to Syria, Media, Persia, Parthia, and finishing his preaching work in AEthiopia with a martyr's death. This land was inhabited by tribes of cannibals with primitive customs and beliefs. The holy Apostle Matthew by his preaching there converted some of the idol-worshippers to faith in Christ. He founded the Church and built a temple in the city of Mirmena, establishing there as bishop his companion by the name of Plato(n). When the holy apostle was fervently beseeching God for the conversion of the Ethiopians, during the time of prayer the Lord Himself appeared to him in the form of a youth, and having given him a staff, commanded him to put it upright at the doors of the church. The Lord said, that from this staff would grow a tree and it would bear fruit, and from its roots would flow a stream of water. And in washing themselves in the water and eating of the fruit, the Ethiopians lost their wild ways and became gentle and good. When the holy apostle carried the staff towards the church, on the pathway there met him the wife and son of the ruler of the land, Fulvian, who were afflicted by unclean spirits. By the Name of Christ the holy apostle healed them. This miracle converted to the Lord quite a number of the pagans. But the ruler did not want that his subjects should become Christians and cease to worship the pagan gods. He accused the apostle of sorcery and gave orders to execute him. They put saint Matthew head downwards, heaped up brushwood and ignited it. When the bonfire flared up, everyone then saw, that the fire did no harm to Saint Matthew. Then Fulvian gave orders to add more wood to the fire, and frenzied with boldness, he commanded to set up around the bonfire 12 idols. But the flames spread to the idols and caught on even Fulvian. The frightened Ethiopian turned to the saint with an entreaty for mercy, and by the prayer of the martyr the flame went out. The body of the holy apostle remained unharmed, and he expired to the Lord (+ 60). The ruler Fulvian deeply repented his deed, but still he had doubts. By his command, they put the body of Saint Matthew into an iron coffin and threw it into the sea. In doing this Fulvian said, that if the God of Matthew would preserve the body of the apostle in the water, as He preserved him in the fire, then this would be proper reason to worship this One True God. On that night the Apostle Matthew appeared to Bishop Platon in a dream vision, and commanded him to go with clergy to the shore of the sea and to find his body there. Together with the bishop on his way to the shore of the sea went Righteous Fulvian and his retinue. The coffin carried back by the waves was with honour taken to the church built by the apostle. Then Fulvian begged forgiveness of the holy Apostle Matthew, after which Bishop Platon baptised him, giving him the name Matthew in obedience to a command of God. Soon Saint Fulvian-Matthew abdicated his rule and became a presbyter. Upon the death of Bishop Platon, the Apostle Matthew appeared to him and exhorted him to head the AEthiopian Church. Having become a bishop, Saint Matthew-Fulvian toiled much at preaching the Word of God, continuing with the work of his heavenly patron-saint.

St. Fulvianus, prince of Ethiopia, in holy baptism Matthew (1st c.)

He handed over the Holy Apostle Matthew to fire, but seeing the miracles leading to the death of the Holy Apostle, believed in Christ and zealously preached the Christian faith. Later for his saintly life he became worthy of the rank of bishop. He died in peace.

Mark 16:9-20

9Now when He rose early on the first day of the week, He appeared first to Mary Magdalene, out of whom He had cast seven demons. 10 She went and told those who had been with Him, as they mourned and wept.11 And when they heard that He was alive and had been seen by her, they did not believe.12 After that, He appeared in another form to two of them as they walked and went into the country.13 And they went and told it to the rest, but they did not believe them either.14 Later He appeared to the eleven as they sat at the table; and He rebuked their unbelief and hardness of heart, because they did not believe those who had seen Him after He had risen.15 And He said to them, "Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature.16 He who believes and is baptized will be saved; but he who does not believe will be condemned.17 And these signs will follow those who believe: In My name they will cast out demons; they will speak with new tongues;18 they will take up serpents; and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them; they will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover. 19 So then, after the Lord had spoken to them, He was received up into heaven, and sat down at the right hand of God. 20 And they went out and preached everywhere, the Lord working with them and confirming the word through the accompanying signs. Amen.

Corinthians 4:9-16

9 For I think that God has displayed us, the apostles, last, as men condemned to death; for we have been made a spectacle to the world, both to angels and to men. 10 We are fools for Christ's sake, but you are wise in Christ! We are weak, but you are strong! You are distinguished, but we are dishonored! 11 To the present hour we both hunger and thirst, and we are poorly clothed, and beaten, and homeless. 12 And we labor, working with our own hands. Being reviled, we bless; being persecuted, we endure; 13 being defamed, we entreat. We have been made as the filth of the world, the offscouring of all things until now. 14 I do not write these things to shame you, but as my beloved children I warn you. 15 For though you might have ten thousand instructors in Christ, yet you do not have many fathers; for in Christ Jesus I have begotten you through the gospel. 16 Therefore I urge you, imitate me

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Prince Philip's spirit 'lives on' and is seeking a new body, say villagers on Vanuatu island where the Duke of Edinburgh was worshipped like a god

By Afp Sophie Tanno For Mailonline Levi Parsons For Daily Mail Australia - April 12th 2021, 6:14:04 am

Yakel village on the Vanuatu island of Tanna for decades venerated Philip, who died at Windsor Castle last week at the age of 99.

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The Other Side of Fortune

By Bongo Bear

Pairing: N/A, Xena & Eve

Rating: PG

Synopsis: A bit-piece on Xena seeing the other side of a war she helped win.

The parade route wound around the city square three times before finally it settled in front of the main platform. The mayor, a stodgy balding fellow, eagerly stepped forward to deliver his speech commemorating the tenth anniversary of the defeat of their sworn enemy, the city of Aledale. His people followed Eli's teachings. Before they were conquered, Aledale honored the gods of Olympus.

"Ten winters ago, the final battle raged not a mile from where we now stand. We were losing until Eli smiled down upon us and gave us victory. Xena, Warrior Princess and Defender of the Faith, you were our protector then. Today we honor you. Please come forward and say a few words." The mayor extended his robed arm from the podium and pulled Xena up onto the platform. He presented her the keys to the city.

The Defender kept her back to the audience instead of soaking in the crowd's adulation. She even cringed slightly when thunderous applause rose up. She turned to the crowd and croaked out, "Thank you. I appreciate the honor you offer me, but I cannot accept it."

The mob chanted, "Xe-na, Xe-na, Xe-na." Finally, she accepted the brass keys and quickly walked off the stage.

"What is wrong with you? You're usually more," Eve said, "more polished than that."

"I know. I know." Xena shrugged off Eve's hand on her elbow. "I just need to get away from here. We're supposed to meet Gabrielle tomorrow."

As they shouldered their way through the crowd, the mayor yielded the podium to another speaker, a preacher man.

"The worshippers of the old gods made Aledale a den of iniquity. Our victory showed them the error of their sinful ways. We are now one city under one God. Eli showed us the Way and we all bask in his everlasting Light."

The preacher's voice faded into the distance as they walked toward the city's central fountain. Xena poured out a dipper of water into her hand and splashed the cold water onto her face.

"It could have gone the other way, you know." Xena said as she shook out the excess water from her hair.

"What do you mean?"

"A Galemedian messenger literally ran into me while I was camped in the forest near here. His mission was to deliver a scroll containing the terms of Galemede's surrender to Aledale's forces. He told me of their conflict and begged me to help. He said they followed Eli. Of course I helped. If that messenger hadn't come across me, if he hadn't told me that they were fighting for Eli, I would not have been involved at all."

"So you're saying that they were lucky to have found you." Eve said. "Well, don't knock good fortune, Xena. When at war, you need all the help you can get."

"I suppose. These keys," Xena said as she jangled them lightly, "don't feel right in my hands. I'm not sure they would feel right anywhere."

"The mayor and the townspeople would be offended if you didn't keep them. Besides, you fought for a good cause. How many battles can you honestly say that about?"

Xena shrugged.

"Where are we staying tonight? I saw an inn back there." Eve thumbed toward a side alley.

"I don't want to stay here. Galemede will party all night long. I want to rest." Xena eyed the buildings lying to the west of the city square. "Why don't we go across the river and look for an inn there? They seem quiet enough."

They crossed the long bridge over the river the locals called Fortune and quickly found an inn on the other side. Banners announcing the tenth anniversary festooned the posts supporting the front of the building, yet the inn itself was quiet. Judging by the number of horses tied up in front, Xena guessed that only a few travelers were taking up quarters. There was plenty of room for a couple more.

Xena approached the bar and asked for two ales. As the portly barkeep busied herself with filling the tankards, Xena said, "It's so quiet here compared to just across the river. Shouldn't you be celebrating, too?"

The woman suddenly stopped pouring the ale and set the large jug down. "What's to celebrate, warrior?" She looked Xena up and down. "Don't let the banners outside fool you. I put them up because I have to. There's nothing for us to celebrate here."

"Huh?" Eve asked.

"We must be in Aledale," Xena said.

"Yeah, welcome." The barkeep waved her hand around the dimly lit common area. As their gaze traveled around the room, they noticed the large cobwebs in the corners and the thick dust on the shelves. And through the large windows, they could see only a few buildings had candles lit in their front rooms. In the distance, a firework exploded over the central square in Galemede proper.

"It's changed. It's not as I remember it at all," Xena said.

"Don't know when you were here last, warrior. But you should know that old river Fortune is fickle. Some years she rises like a lady and lays rich silt on our farmlands. Other years, she's complete bitch and lays waste on a whim. Both cities have been rebuilt many times over."

"A real hopping place," Eve whispered into Xena's ear.

"I would love to celebrate something, but we can't even mourn our war dead properly. My boy's lucky. I found his body before corruption took hold. Most were buried in a mass grave." The barkeep continued, "Have you seen the cemetery over in Galemede? Notice the marble statues honoring their generals? It was paid for from the taxes levied on Aledale's commerce. Half of what you're paying for the ale you're drinking goes straight into Galemede's coffers."

"Well, Galemede did win. It's only fair that they recoup their losses from the lo..." Eve suddenly shut up when she felt Xena's elbow in her ribs.

"Say it, girl, 'losers'! That's what we are. I know it. We all know it. We're reminded of it every year."

"Doesn't Galemede share some of its good fortune with Aledale? You're all citizens of Galemede," Eve said.

"Some of the tax money comes back to us. We built a new school last year," the barkeep answered.

"See, it's not so bad, right?"

"Galemede sent some teachers over here to instruct our children in the way of Eli. But most of the adults still worship as we always have. In secret. That's how we worship these days. We will be the last to do so. Our children are becoming strangers to us."

"I'm sorry," Xena said.

"Don't be. We deserve it. Maybe you don't like our cause. Maybe you don't like us. We fought just as hard and as bravely. What good is that when there is no honor in losing? Though, it could have been worse. Galamede could have enslaved instead of assimilating us." The barkeep fell silent. She stared into space, her eyes only seeing the past.

She sighed deeply and came back to the present. "I talk too much. It doesn't matter anymore. Will you be wanting more to drink?"

Xena and Eve shook their heads. The barkeep gathered up their empty tankards and waddled into the back room to wash them.

She called over her shoulder before disappearing behind a ragged curtain, "The room at the end of the hall is available. I'll bring up fresh linens when I'm done here."

Xena and Eve walked to the back of the inn and found their room. As they unpacked their saddlebags, Eve said, "You did the right thing ten years ago. Galemede winning the war proved that Aledale was wrong to continue to worship the old gods. The Olympians never cared about people. Eli cared about everyone. Ares, Zeus, Athena, they were all evil. I'm glad they are gone."

"Even Aphrodite?" Xena asked.

"Except for her. She was Gabrielle's friend. When the rest weren't treating us mortals like toys, they were trying to kill us."

"The gods had their faults. I should know, shouldn't I? The gods were selfish immortals. That's a fact, regardless of the outcome of any war I fought. Winning this war proved nothing except that I'm a good commander and Galemede's soldiers were competent enough to follow my orders."

"Eli meant for you to fight, Xena. I just know it. You were his instrument to right a terrible wrong. It's really that simple."

***I

The next day, Eve woke up with the sun. Xena was not in the room.

She went downstairs to question the barkeep when Xena walked through the front door. Eve caught a bag of provisions tossed in her direction.

Eve said, "You should have woken me up. I would have helped you buy more supplies."

"Nah, I didn't want to wake you. Besides, I had something to take care of. It's done now. I'm ready to leave whenever you are," Xena said.

"Give me half an hour to eat something and get cleaned up. Then I'll be ready."

After they left Aledale, the barkeep went to the cemetery like she always did each morning. She carried a bundle of flowers she picked while they were still wet with dew. As she knelt to place them on top of her son's grave, she found a set of brass keys.

Finis

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